One of our team leaders at work got busted by the depot manager yesterday, polishing her army boots at her desk, using some official paperwork to protect the desk from getting any polish on it.
She is a reserve Military Policewoman, and has been ordered to fly to Sydney today to meet the Queen, who is Colonel in Chief of the Royal Australian Military Police (as Lorraine said, "I don't know why she's in charge, I have never seen her doing any of the training"), so her uniform needs to be 100% parade inspection perfect, at very short notice.
Lorraine is five feet nothing and looks like she would blow away in a strong breeze, but apparently is capable of restraining a drunken squaddie twice her size. You don't mess with Lorraine.